Walk With Me, Pt. 2

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Mali Finesse

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Mali, woah 
There's a situation I need to address 
Never wanted them to label me depressed 
Everybody see me and they second guess tryna say I'm feeling pressed boutta put the shit to rest 
Yes 
Yurr, this a game of shock and awe 
So imma continue beating out my weakness and my flaws 
With this heavy Justu, 9 tails razor sharp claws 
You gon need a tissue when I leave you leaking from your jaw 
When I press the issue pay attention to the picture drawn 
After I dismiss you you can drink this drip out of a straw 
I don't need to diss you we could get it, Monday Night Raw 
I might have to hit you but before I do I gotta pause 
Wait, I don't wanna hear apologies on my jack 
I don't wanna hear bout no complaining when I fight back 
You said I was crazy that ain't true but that's the right track 
Tryna find a problem like a needle in a haystack 
So what you gonna do 
When I light the fuse, and you never catch a clue 
Stick it to you like a kiddy project with some glue 
Don't get it confused, this ain't a new attitude it's the truth 
From the rubble imma rumble like your stomach 
I gotta keep it humble burst your bubble watch you plummet 
Now I take responsibility for burdens 
I'm sorry I make you nervous 
I'm sorry for my disturbance 
But I pour out my emotions and drink it out of a thermos 
But niggas think I be clowning like take it back to the circus 
And peeking out through the curtains 
And never to see the surface 
I'm hurting whoever versing me 
EMTS and the nurses 
Are needed for those who certain 
That I ain't that type of person 
I'll cut the head off the serpents 
That's poisoning me on purpose 
There's a meteor strike, on the horizon 
Niggas gonna feel it when the temperature be rising 
Please don't shoot the messenger I'm only advertising 
That this ain't nothing regular the beat is appetizing (Yeah) 
Running from the hands on the clock like the fans on the block 
Looking for a handout but we're all outta stock 
Never wanna plan out, they get shaky when it pops like a jack in the box woah 
Wait (Wait?) , Wait (Wait) 
I don't think you get it so I'll give it to you straight 
I'm the only real nigga stepping up to the plate 
It was dead for heaven I'm kicking down all the gates 
When you want your funeral time to go set the date 
Mali I ain't like you and it ain't up for debate 
Flipping in the kitchen I'm whipping you into shape 
Flying off the turnbuckle like I'm a cruiserweight 
Instead of looking up I hit the mirror and I pray 
List of my problems I made em that way 
Hell 
Parallel 
To my shell 
I just sell 
Caramel 
And these L's 
That you just took the hook never fails 
Yeah I got these niggas shook, oh look can't you tell 
Like I'm reading from a book, a nook can't you spell 
Like in chess I play the rook and cook up the smell 
Cause whoever said hoods and crooks can't excel 
(I don't even know) 
Here's my playbook take a page 
When you shaky backstage 
And you going through a phase 
And you think it's all the rage 
And you blame it on the age 
Blame it on minimum wage 
And your brain inside a cage 
And I know I've made mistakes in the past I should erase 
I ain't never needed a bag I got a case 
Might just need to leave it at that ain't giving chase 
Mali

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